Hamburg, Germany, inside the secret party's safe house.
At this time, Angers was preparing for his trip to China. The backbone of the secret party was wiped out. Angers became the biggest beneficiary and jumped into the leadership.
The rest of the secret party also doubted why Angers could survive the battle, but at this moment, they could only rely on Angers.
"Interesting, really interesting..."
Ender held a cylindrical glass bottle in his hand, which was filled with formalin. Soaked in the light yellow formalin solution was an animal that looked like a scorpion, yellow and white.
The slender tail is curled up like a fetus in the womb. The scales on its body and the long whiskers around its mouth are slowly floating in the solution. With its eyes closed, it looks as peaceful as a baby.
If it weren't for the two mask wings spread out from the back of the thing, Ender would just think it was some kind of weird lizard.
What Ender is holding is a red dragon cub discovered in India in 1796. It was made into a specimen and has been kept in the hands of the secret party.
Ender took him from Angers just to see what was different about the dragons in this world.
Angers also wanted to see what was so special about Ender. In his opinion, this red dragon cub specimen was the best way to identify Ender.
Although the red dragon cub has been made into a specimen, formalin cannot kill it and can only make it sleep. When a hybrid species or dragon with a high blood concentration appears next to it, it may wake up the cub.
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If Ender shows a little aggression after seeing the specimen, or if the red dragon cub is awakened by blood, Angers will kill him without hesitation and use special methods to die together with Ender.
But nothing happened. Ander just looked at the specimen with confusion. The red dragon cub acted very stable. You know, even if Angers approached the cub, it would tremble a few times. But in Ander's hands, the red dragon specimen looked like
A truly dead thing.
"Ange said it was a red dragon, but I didn't lose my mind at all. It was really interesting."
Metal dragons and color dragons are natural enemies. No matter how noble and elegant a metal dragon is, when it encounters a color dragon, it will lose its mind and turn into a terrifying beast, until one of them is shattered into pieces in the dragon's breath.
But Ender didn't feel anything when he faced the baby dragon. He looked at the baby dragon in the bottle as if he was looking at something similar in appearance but completely different inside.
"It's like looking at a stuffed gorilla or an alien."
Ender concluded.
"It seems that you are indeed not a dragon." Angers said.
"I am a dragon, but not the dragon in your world. I strongly suggest you change the name of the dragon in this world to the heinous evil pseudo-dragon."
"I will propose it to the Presbyterian Council." Ange said perfunctorily, remembering the conversation a few days ago: "So you were really sent here by magic. I thought it was just a story."
"Dragon clan is very straightforward. I am not a colorful dragon who talks nonsense. It seems that I have to find time to educate you about the glorious history of true dragons. How about now?"
Angers was obviously very interested in this topic, but now was not the time to talk about this. He waved his hand: "Let's talk about magic. According to you, I should be a Dragon Vein Warlock now?"
Ander put down the cylindrical bottle in his hand, scratched his chin, muttered a few words that Angers couldn't understand, and said hesitantly:
"It's true from a magical point of view, but it's really amazing that you can still use that word spirit. If I were a mage, I would definitely try to figure this out. But I am also a warlock, and I rely entirely on charm to cast spells, so
forget it."
"Charm?" Angers didn't understand what the relationship between spellcasting and charm was.
Seeing Angers raise a question, Ander also became interested, so he continued on the topic:
"Charisma is a talent given by God. It is what makes you different from other people. The higher your charm, the stronger the power of your bloodline..."
"It looks similar to a mixed race. The higher the bloodline, the stronger the magic." Angers concluded.
"Your word spirit can actually be regarded as a kind of magician's spell, but you only have one kind of word spirit, but a warlock can know more than one spell."
Ender stood up and flexed his muscles and bones. There was no point in talking. Some things were better experienced with the body.
Under Ange's puzzled gaze, Ander began to take off his clothes one by one.
Angers, who was born in the Kingdom of Fu, obviously knew a lot, and immediately thought of something ancient and heart-warming.
"Stop, what are you going to do, show your charm?"
"I'm not from the Fu country. Don't think blindly. I just want you to see how powerful a warlock is."
The light of the magic shield flashed, and dragon wings sprouted from Ender's back. A pair of flat and curved dragon horns protruded from the back of his head, surrounding the sides of his skull like a crown. His hands and feet turned into dragon claws, and his originally black pupils turned into
It turned into dark golden vertical pupils.
Unlike Deadpool's mummy, Ender's form is full of vitality, like a noble emperor who despises everything in the world.
"Did you see it? This is what a Dragon Vein Warlock looks like. You will become like this in the future. How beautiful and strong. This is the power of a dragon."
Ender showed off his beauty, while Angers stroked the scales on his chest, seemingly assessing Ender's defense.
"I still prefer to be a human being." Angers was obviously very resistant to this form.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of transformation. Now, let's have a fight and let you see how powerful the warlock is!"
Angers didn't move, he already knew that he couldn't hurt Ander.
"Don't worry about the contract, I've blocked it temporarily."
Before Ander finished speaking, everything stopped, and Ender still opened his mouth, exposing his fragile throat.
Angers punched Ander on the body, but the contract did not activate. He knew that what Ender said was true.
Angers held the folding knife in his hand. If he did something at this time, he might be able to kill this strange dragon.
But Ange never made a move. He didn't go back to his original position until the duration of his speech spirit ended, pretending that nothing happened.
"Maybe we should give this guy a chance." Angers thought.
Ander just felt his chest being hit, and he already understood in his heart that Angers had just activated his speech spirit: time zero, he knew that Angers didn't trust him, and if there was a chance, he might take action against him.
So Ander deliberately exposed his flaws to seduce Angers, just to evaluate Angers' attitude towards him. Ander didn't want to become a lost dog like the dragons in this world.
All the tests were based on one basis, that is, Angers could not kill him. Ender had already tried it before. The Damascus folding knife that was said to be able to hurt the Dragon King was just an ordinary steel knife in his case.
The poisonous medicine for the dragons in this world cannot be effective on him, but Angers didn't know about him.
The secret party has studied how to slay dragons for hundreds of years, but Ender is not a dragon in this world, and most of the methods that are effective against dragons are useless to him.
Now it seems that Angers has passed the test and basic trust has been established between the two.
And when the battle just started, Ender had added a stone skin spell to himself, and coupled with the defense of dragon scales, he was confident that Ange wouldn't even be able to scratch his skin.
Now that Angers has activated his speech spirit, it's time for Ander to perform.
After coming back to his senses, Ender put one hand on his hips and one hand pointing forward, making an extremely middle-class posture (please refer to JOJO's Bizarre Adventure for details)